(Foenem Radio, on BD)
(Sosa on the-)

Mic check (One, two, three)
For war, I bought fighter jets, I bought (One, two, three)
I got thirty, but I'ma give his ass (One, two, three)
I don't get one pound of gas, I get (One, two, three)
Baby say her body count ain't ten, it'

Gang, gang, gang, gang (sosa on the beat)
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Nigga, nigga, nigga

I'm a gorilla in a fuckin' coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga
Told you, nigga, who the fuck is you? I don't know, nigga
No, nigga, pull up on your bl

Sosa, bang
Oblock otf
Hit a nigga up I don't give a fuck
I do drugs till I'm dead
O'block
Wic city bitch
Middle fingers to shondale

Chief keef I go nuts in a fast car doing doughnuts
Shoot a nigga up then so what
That's what he get for being so tough
Run

Bitch I'm cooler than a cooler
Big shouts out to my jeweler
Hit a lick been rich ever since
Say Chief Sosa broke that's a rumor
These broke ass niggas need tune ups
I'm a rich ass nigga Hallelujah
Broke niggas we see right through ya
Bitch Chief Sosa getting that mula

Young Chop on the beat
I'on like
GBE Baby
I'on like
Sos' baby
You know how we rockin' baby
Fake niggas, fake life

[Chief Keef]
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah
A bitch nigga, that's that shit

I been ballin' so damn hard I swear I think that I'm Kobe
Young bull of this rap shit but I think that I'm Kobe
I swear I'm dunkin on these hoes on these niggas I'm free throwin
These boys they don't like me cause I think that I'm Kobe
Watch me hit the strip club make it rain lik

These bitches act local and think global
Never seen a 100 thousand, well let me show you
What you want to drink, I know you hate being sober
And I know all these niggas hate chief sosa
I'm cruising in my 'rari with my louie loafers
Bitch I'm a rastafari, I'm a toolie toter

I'm tired of motherfuckers in school tellin' me, always in the barbershop
Chief Keef ain't 'bout this, Chief Keef ain't 'bout that
My boy a BD, on fuckin' Lamron and them
He, he, they say that nigga don't be puttin' in no work
Shut the fuck up, y'all niggas ain't know shit
Al

Buck, buck... Its macaroni time
Buck, (buck)... And it's macaroni time
Bang, bang...
She say she love my car... Fuck love
She see me with the stars, now she wanna know me now
Unh-unh, bitch I told you now, I'm actin' funny now
Buck, buck... And we scream "it's macaroni ti

See we soldiers up here
It's a war and we soldiers out here nigga

I got a bitch, she is from italia
Smoking on this herb, just got this shit, it be fillin me up
You think it's yo time but it could be up
That's why I got a 30 on me, nigga try me, it could be up
Tell take

I'm a dog ain't this true, baby
Can we call this here a truce, baby?
And you know I got the juice, baby
And you see me in this coupe, baby
You say you off at two, baby
What you gon' let me do baby?
I'm smokin' on this took, baby
There is no one like you, baby
My b

On Roc grave, on Cap head, So, foe
You be tweakin', foe, you know what to do with this fuck though, Roc grave
Keep that though, foe, keep that so they know, on folks 'nem

Twenty pounds of gross in the trunk, I know you smell it on me (Woo, woo)
Ain't no crossin' Sosa, bitch, yo

I ain't worried bout you shorty
I'm so use to balling
I don't even want you darling
Why do you be calling
Why your bitch love stalking
Every night, every morning
Starting to make me go harder
Plus I got a daughter

Ball like it's no tomorrow
I'mma buy a audem

Fuck he say, fuck that nigga say
Aye
Gang
Aye
Aye riding with my chopper aye
I'm a beat him like his father aye
Now it's blood on my giuseppe's aye, I don't like no fucking prada aye
Put a knife up on my tech, aye
Lil facetime, lil skype up on my tech aye
And

She say she love me whatever that is (I don't know)
Do me a favor save that shit (bitch)
Like bad kids bitch we reckless
Ball hard sorta like taxes
He say he know sosa he be lackin'
Do me a favor save that shit
You fuck niggaz betta stay packin' a lot a standee clips no a

Bitch, I'm Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-loco
So much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker
I'm on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, we playin' poker
Sippin' coladas, smokin' ganja, he's a heavy smoker
I started right here in the city, they call me a local
I rob

Bro
What up?
Where are you?
'Fuck you at?
You sound 'bout it as fuck
I'm 'bout to go home, I'm tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house right now
So when are you gonna be at your house?
I don't know, in a minute
Okay, I'm just going to go home,

(This is Foenem Radio, on BD)
I'm the one that got the city up
Down, but they love you when you're up (This is Foenem Radio, on BD)
About no lick back, just don't hit me up
My lick back whenever you let me fuck
Say she infatuated with trucks
But we ain't playin' no seven

(True)
Ima true religion fein, bitch what fuck you mean
Ima true religion fein, bitch what fuck you mean
Ima true religion fein

I'm a true religion fein, got them true religion jeans
Bitch what the fuck you mean
Suck my true religion dick
I been ballin bitch I'm mic

I'm with my crew them my loose screws
And no we don't pass no duce duce
Got 4 o's with bout two two
At your nose and your to to
Smoking on a big blunt of to to
When you snooze thats when you loss
What you do thats what you knew
How you move just like food do

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